I'm not the kind of woman you read about in the novels I write. I'm not beautiful; my ex-husband made that very clear. I'm not confident enough to go on the dates my friends are always trying to set me up on. But on a working holiday on the other side of the world, where I can be anyone I want to be, I decide to take a chance and do something completely unlike myself. I pay someone to be my lover. Evander's beauty is almost overwhelming but there's a kindness in his smile that draws me in. For a week, he's mine to worship. For a week, I'm his to love. There's more to him than what I can see, and through the strokes of his paintbrush, I begin to understand that it might be true for me too. Maybe I am someone who deserves to be loved after all.